Satan’s Devils MC -Colorado Box Set: Books 4-6

by Mellett, Manda

  The red lines on his arm look angry and sore. I grin, wondering not for the first time how soft these men are to tolerate a cat who hates the male sex. As she’s put Max in his place more than once, I suspect it’s not just human males she hates. If they’re asked though, they say they give her room and board as she’s a good mouser. I think it’s more than that. I think it’s because like many of them, she’s a misfit with an attitude and nowhere else to go.

  “Have a good day at work?” Pyro asks, leading me across to the bar to get a drink.

  I make a so-so motion with my hand. “It was a workday, like any other.” Work was okay, it was my co-workers that were the bother, or one in particular. Having seen how much Pyro cares for me and how he’s not afraid of public demonstrations to prove it, Beth keeps trying to get herself an invite to the compound. I’ve a sneaking suspicion she’d like a biker of her own. After what happened to me, I’m not sure I should drag anyone else into this world, however wonderful I’ve personally found it. Now that I’ve got Pyro, that is.

  “Do you want to eat here tonight, or go home?”

  “Seeing as I brought dessert,” I smile, “here, I think.”

  I’m back to cooking, and the club appreciates it. So much I’m tempted to ask whether it’s me they like or what I bring for them to eat. Ink was opening my car door as soon as I pulled up earlier, but instead of greeting me, he immediately looked over into the back seat.

  “Mel, if you keep bringing this shit around, I’ll have a club of members too fat to do their work.” Demon approaches, speaking around a mouthful of muffin.

  “Led by an overweight prez,” Violet chuckles as she comes out from behind him, her hand patting what looks to me like a rock-hard muscular stomach.

  I’m just sitting down at the table to join Pyro and his brothers to eat, when my phone rings. Taking it out and looking at it, I see it’s my dad.

  “Dad, I’m…”

  “Melissa, I need to tell you something.”

  Instead of putting him off as I intended, I’m all ears. “Has something happened?”

  “Got a response. The SAC wants you to come into his office. The FBI want to talk to you.”

  I frown, and look around, noticing my side of the conversation is being listened to. “Is that a good or bad sign?”

  “Means things are progressing. They want to see you next week. You’ll need to come to Denver. I’ve cleared my calendar.”

  “I’ll be there. I can’t talk now, Dad. Just about to have dinner.”

  We say our goodbyes, and then I end the call.

  Pyro’s looking at me with his eyebrow raised.

  “The FBI want to talk to me at their offices. Dad doesn’t know if it’s a good sign or bad.”

  “Good,” pronounces Thunder who’s sitting opposite me. “It means they’re not dismissing it out of hand.

  There is a general murmur of agreement from all around.

  “I agree,” says my man from my side. “But doesn’t mean they’re not looking to find a reason to discredit Mel.”

  I straighten my back. “I’ve just got to tell the truth and be convincing.” That shouldn’t be hard. It was Skull who had to fabricate everything, unlike myself.

  “Hmm, about that truth,” Lizard starts.

  Mace throws a screwed-up piece of kitchen towel at him. “She’s not going to be telling them about the size of your dick.”

  I fall for it. “I don’t know how big his dick is,” I say, primly.

  “It’s…”

  “She’s got to tell the truth, brother,” Mace reminds him. “Very small was what you were trying to say.”

  “Whether it’s small, big or fuckin’ medium,” Pyro remarks, deceptively calmly, “my ol’ lady doesn’t fuckin’ want to know. And you, Mace, can take over for me while I’m gone. I’m going to Denver with Mel.”

  “Got a particular job on?” asks Judge.

  I tune out as they talk about an engine being rebuilt.

  Mechanically I eat the food that Vi and Steph had cooked up, musing how a blind person has become so confident in a kitchen she’s had to learn. I’m constantly admiring the way she compensates for her loss of sight by using her other senses, which includes her sharp tongue when she finds someone’s put a tin back in the wrong place. They don’t tend to repeat their mistake, but I think that’s partly to do with Beef backing her up.

  I shake my head, not fancying the tiramisu that took hours in the making, but once it’s plated up, enjoy seeing the expressions of delight as loaded forks enter other mouths instead.

  All this I take in while my mind’s whirring. I’m being given a chance to tell my side of the story.

  Pyro nudges me. “Ready to go home?”

  “I’m already nervous,” I tell him, as we walk through my front door. We haven’t yet found a house we both like, but I find it hard to think about moving with everything else on my mind.

  “Sure you are. That’s natural. But you’ve just got to tell them what went down. Facts will speak for themselves.”

  “I wish you could be with me.”

  “You’ll have your dad. And in this case, he’ll know what to say better than I would.”

  “So, I just tell the truth, huh? About Liz’s dick?” I wink.

  He launches himself forward, tilting my chin until I’m forced to look into his eyes. “That’s the last time that word linked to the name of one of my brothers comes out of your mouth, Mel.”

  “Or what?” I taunt him.

  “Or I find ways of punishing you.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. On your knees, doll.”

  Now his hands are on my shoulders pushing me downward. If this is his version of a penalty, I may have to think up some other names to use.

  “Hmm,” I say as I start unbuckling his belt. “Do you think Beef’s dick is as big as everything else about him?”

  “I’ll give you a big dick, woman,” he growls. “Now get it in your mouth and stop talking.”

  But I can hear the amusement in his tone.

  Before Pyro, I couldn’t understand why any woman would want that in her mouth. But with him, I wanted to try everything. That he loved it, I knew from the first time he’d hesitantly suggested it, after he’d spent a while eating me out.

  Hiding my reluctance, I try it.

  It gives me power. Oh, he might fist his hand in my hair, but I’m the one using my tongue to pleasure him. Pyro’s a man who lets you know exactly what he’s feeling, with grunts, groans, and words of encouragement. It’s those that drive me on.

  “Darlin’, pull away now. Want to come inside you.”

  Quick as a flash he’s pulled me up and is pushing me in the direction of the couch. He leans me over the back cushions, then works my work skirt that I’m still wearing up over my hips.

  “Fuckin’ love you in skirts,” he comments, as he proceeds to yank my underwear down. In doing so, he’s folded himself, so it’s him on his knees now.

  And now it’s his tongue pleasuring me, his fingers working in tandem as he expertly brings me to the edge and soon I’m tensing and crying out.

  He kicks my legs open further, then with one hand on my back, pushes me down over the back of the couch, then positions himself and enters me from behind.

  I’m not particularly interested in who’s got the biggest, longest or thickest cock in the club, though I bet Pyro would qualify on all counts. It’s what he can do with it that matters. He pushes in hard making me gasp, then starts that rotation of his hips which makes his dick rub over exactly the right spot. Sometimes I can now come from that alone, sometimes I need extra stimulation, but I wait for Pyro to provide it. He knows exactly what I want.

  He rubs at my clit just the way I like it and I lose it as an orgasm floods through me.

  While I’m still shuddering, I feel him swell, and then that amazing feeling of him coming inside me, I swear I sense him filling me up.

  He leans his weight over me, not pressing
down, just letting me know he’s there while our lungs heave in unison. Then, I feel him slip out.

  He lifts me as if I weigh nothing, carries me to the front of the couch then sits me down. Instead of cuddling, he’s lifting my legs in the air and holding them up.

  “What are you doing?” My lips curve and I’m laughing.

  “Making sure my cum doesn’t run out.” He looks down at where my pussy is wide open to him. “In fact, you could do with a plug.”

  I don’t have to ask what he means, when he pulls me in closer and I feel his cock, rock hard once more, entering me. Another position, it’s different, he gets in deeper. Again, I gasp and writhe, as he wrenches another orgasm out of me before chasing his own for himself.

  I love every position we make love in, but this is one of the best as it allows me to watch his face contort, his eyes dilate, then the way his head goes back as he lets out a deep groan of satisfaction.

  My man has stamina. I’m not complaining.

  This time Pyro gently puts down my legs when he pulls out and reaches for one of the boxes of tissues we’ve strategically placed all around the house. Every room, every surface has a memory of him now.

  Then we’re cuddling, me held tight to his chest.

  “Fuckin’ love you, Mel.”

  “Love you too, Pyro.”

  He’s thoughtful for a moment. “Do you want me to get tested?”

  “What?”

  “To see if there’s anything wrong.” He points to his cock.

  “No, Ro. It can take time. Just because I fell fast last time, doesn’t mean I’ll fall fast again. It’s too early to worry. Anyway,” I nudge him gently with my fist, “I’m enjoying the practice.”

  “Can’t deny I’m finding it no chore, darlin’.”

  “I’m glad to hear it. Now about your brothers’ dicks…”

  This time he stops me with his mouth on mine, but I can feel his body shaking with laughter.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Pyro

  I love seeing Mel on the road to recovery. She’s come through so fucking much and is starting to emerge the other side. Sure, she has moments which are darker, you don’t get abandoned and then find the man you thought was dead come back to life without it leaving some scar.

  I can see the effect each morning when I leave for work. There’s a nervousness there, a clinginess before letting me go.

  Today is no different. I tell her my normal form of goodbye, “Got my phone with me, darlin’. I’m only a call away. You know the number of the shop too. You get worried? Just call.”

  She shrugs it off, trying to act as though she’s not scared I’ll be leaving and never return. “I trust you, Ro.”

  “I know you do. Fuck the FBI wanting to drag everything back up.” I sweep back my hair, wishing going to this meeting was something I could do instead. There’s no doubt it’s making her anxiety worse. I thank fuck she agreed to see the counsellor I’d arranged. Sometimes I wonder whether it’s her state of mind that’s affecting her, stopping her falling pregnant again.

  It’s another thing I hate about Skull. He got her pregnant, something I’ve so far failed to do.

  “Go on, Ro. You’ll be late. I’m leaving just after you.” She makes a shooing gesture with her hands.

  “I love you.” I say it as forcefully as I can. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

  But as I walk out to my bike, I pause a moment. Skull might have used those very same words.

  All of a sudden, I know just what to do. If my plan doesn’t work, nothing will.

  “What we got on today, Judge?” I ask, tossing my bike key into the pocket of my cut as I arrive at the shop.

  “Two services, one new exhaust.” He waves to the cars which citizens must have brought and left. “One has a problem with the gearbox.” He then indicates the bikes, the first in line I recognise. “Thunder wants new tires back and front and wants an oil change at the same time.”

  I grin, relishing my position which means I can allocate jobs. “You start on the cars with Wills, I’ll do Thunder’s bike.” I much prefer to work on two wheels, rather than four.

  “Morning.”

  There’s a voice I didn’t expect. The prez doesn’t normally come to the shop this early in the day.

  “What’s up, Demon?”

  He jerks his head toward the office, his intention is clear, so I lead the way. As we pass it, I indicate the vending machine. “Want a coffee?”

  I understand his grimace and the shake of his head. It was put in mainly for waiting customers to use. It’s drinkable, just. Does the job if all I want is to wet my throat.

  “What can I do for you?” As he props himself against the wall, I perch on the desk.

  He frowns, and I begin to suspect I’m not going to like what he has to say. “Red’s been in contact. Up to you and your woman to say yes or no, but he wants some of your time.”

  Okay. So far, nothing to worry about. “For what?”

  Demon’s arms are folded across his chest. He takes a breath. “He wants you to take Mel to Vegas to speak to Clare Jordan.”

  I’m immediately shaking my head. “No fuckin’ way, Prez. Has he lost his motherfuckin’ mind? Mel’s just moving on. Going to speak to the FBI is going to be hard enough, seeing that woman bragging she’s got the man isn’t going to do shit to help her.”

  “From what Red’s said, she’s cut him loose,” Prez responds in a mild voice. “Fuckin’ hard on Mel, I agree. If I thought this was just to rub shit in her face, I’d refuse to have her anywhere near Vegas, but I get the view Clare’s kicked Skull out on his ass. She’s looking for closure too, and it might just aid Mel as well.”

  “That motherfucker.” I slam my fist onto the desk, wishing it was Skull’s face instead.

  “There are two women involved, Ro. Might just help them both to talk through their issues together.”

  I gaze unseeingly at the floor, unsure what to do for a moment or two. Then I look back up as he starts speaking again. “Vi never knew why she was raped, that there was a reason behind it. When she found out, I think it helped. Sure, she learned shit about her parents that she’d never dreamed of, but truth has a way of coming out. Better if you’re armed with it, than left in the dark.”

  “You think Clare’s got something Mel needs to know before she’s faced with the feds?”

  “Could be, Ro. That’s my thinking.”

  Christ. I think of last night, how we were joking and fooling around. If it were up to me, I’d wrap Mel in a protective bubble and keep her there. But it’s not my decision, this battle she’s taking on, is hers. I’m just behind and beside her all the way.

  “I’ll speak to her, Demon,” I tell him at last. “See what she says. If this is something she thinks she can do, I’ll take her to Vegas. But I’m not just laying it on her, I’ll give her the choice.”

  “Fair enough,” Demon replies. “Red’s managed to get seats reserved on this evening’s flight. Let me know soon if you’re able to go.”

  He leaves, and I place a call to Mel, explaining what Red wants her to do. It’s not the first time she surprises me.

  “Red offered Clare help, didn’t he, Ro?”

  He had. I confirm it.

  “I trust Red’s judgement. If he thinks this is something I should do, if it’s to help me and her, I’ll do it. I feel sorry for her, Pyro. She’s lost a man too.”

  “Have I told you how much I love you, darlin’?”

  She laughs, quietly as she’s at work. “A time or two.” Then whispers into the phone, “And I love you.”

  The day passes both slowly and too fast. I try to throw myself into work to occupy my time, but equally, don’t want the moment of confrontation to come too fast. What’s Mel going to do? From what I remember, Clare’s tall, willowy and blond, the complete opposite to Mel who, while she finds it hard to believe, is exactly the type of woman who rocks my world. What she doesn’t need is to be faced with the woman Skull pre
ferred. A woman with whom Skull actually wanted children.

  But now, he’s lost her as well. Do I take pleasure in that? Fuck yeah. I hope their separation has hit the fucker hard.

  Mel’s waiting when I collect her from the house, both of us having gotten off work early to catch the Friday evening flight. She didn’t say much before getting behind me on the bike, but her face showed her concern.

  When she gets off the bike at the airport, I give her one last chance.

  “You don’t need to do this. Not quite how I planned to spend this weekend.”

  She takes a deep breath, then says, “I do, Ro. I need to.”

  By the time we arrive at the Vegas clubhouse, it’s getting on midnight. After a full day at work followed by the flight, I know Mel will be tired, so we greet friends and then make our way up to the room we’ve again been assigned. Mel pauses at the doorway, her face pained. Then she grimaces and steps inside.

  I hate that she’s remembering what happened last time we were here.

  In the morning, after Rosa has ensured we’re fed, Meat says we’ve been summoned to Red’s office. Inside, Red’s seated behind his desk, and in front of him, on one of the three chairs he’s had brought in, is Skull’s wife, Clare, holding a cup of coffee in her hands.

  She looks up when we enter, but no one speaks until we’ve taken our seats. I make sure to position myself between the two women. If this turns out to be unpleasant, I want to be a buffer between Mel and her.

  “Mel,” Red kicks it off, his eyes examining her searchingly. “Thanks for coming. You too, Pyro.”

  I raise my chin and notice Mel responds with a small nod.

  Clare looks to Red as though seeking permission, then sits forward on her chair, placing her now empty cup on the desk. “Melissa, I’m so sorry. When I heard…”

  Mel shrugs, but doesn’t say a word.

  “I met Don when I was still at school. We were childhood sweethearts if you like, even made Prom King and Queen. Most likely to get married, and we did.” She frowns. “We’ve been, were, together seventeen years.”

  Mel pulls herself straight, her eyes creased. “How old is he?”